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be likely to benefit the over-tired and fever-smitten people 
of the Protectorate more than this. Malarial fevers are 
not as deadly as they were a few years ago but even now 
valuable lives are often lost. because hard-worked men 
have had no time to look out such a place for themselves, 
or because when fever has prostrated them, they have 
neither means nor energy to transport themselves to such 
a mountain climate. 
If comfortable housing, good nursing and carefully 
prepared food, at an altitude of say 10,000 feet, could be 
had quickly and at reasonable cost, the benefit to all East 
Africa would be immense. It is the recurring attack of 
fever that eats away the life and energy of men often inval- 
uable to the country. ‘These are the very men who stand 
to their job, beat down the poison with quinine, and wait 
and wait for the far-off home. going, that will “‘surely set 
everything right.”” So it would if it came soon enough, 
but when it does come it comes often too late. Nothing, 
not even a sea voyage, kills African malaria like real moun-- 
tain air. Mr. 5S. has been all over Kinan Kop and describes: 
it as most beautiful. 
Mr. S.’s little stone mission house which he built with 
his own hands, stands on a knoll, a third of a mile from 
the water. We were camped at Boma less than two miles 
away, and went over there one afternoon for tea. He had 
a curious story to tell us of a leopard. 
Two nights before their little child, only five weeks 
old, had cried a good deal; and that his wife might get 
sleep he took it to the next room and tried to hush it. He 
thought he heard a noise outside and went to the window. 
On looking out into the darkness — there was no moon — 
right before him, not two feet away, was a leopard’s head, 
the eyes looking straight into his own, while the forepaws. 
rested on the window-ledge. 
He had actually time to go into the next room, fetch 
